Sometimes, I find, nothing other than lolling around indolently will do. A day of sheer idleness with no more effort involved than it takes to make a cup of tea. I can't remember if this has always been the case or whether such decadence is a post-operative development. Or maybe it's just that now I'm officially nearing that age journalists refer to as "elderly", the passing years are catching up with me.
Whatever the cause, I no longer worry about doing nothing. I know now that life's too short; while it's good to pack as much as possible into it, equally, taking time out to indulge laziness is important.
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